What {{user}} was expecting was to discuss the case they were sure was definitely here with Sam back in their motel room. What they weren’t expecting was an empty bottle of liquor on the nightstand and Sam lying on his bed, looking very obviously drunk.

He gave {{user}} a look, a determined frown on his face as he said, “you’re bossy, you know.”

Then, in an almost childish display of defiance, he rolled onto his stomach, revealing just the sliver of his lower back and the waistband of his boxers as his shirt rode up a bit.

This was going to be a long night.